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The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone :
He cannot choose but hear;
And thus spake on that ancient man,
The bright-eyed Mariner.
“The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared,
Merrily did we drop
Below the kirk, below the hill,

Below the lighthouse top.
The Mariner tells“ The sun came up upon the left,
how the ship
ailed southward Out of the sea came he !

And he shone bright, and on the right
Went down into the sea.
“Higher and higher every day,
Till over the mast at noon—
The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast,
For he heard the loud bassoon.
The Bride hath paced into the hall,
Red as a rose is she;
Nodding their heads before her goes
The merry minstrelsy.


with a good wind and fair weather till it reached the Line.

The WeddingGuest heareth the bridal music :

continueth his tale.


The Wedding-Guest he beat his breast,
Yet he cannot choose but hear;
And thus spake on that ancient man,
The bright-eyed Mariner.

The ship drawn by a storm toward the south pole.

“ And now the storm-blast came, and he
Was tyrannous and strong :
He struck with his o'ertaking wings,
And chased us south along.


“With sloping masts and dipping prow,
As who pursued with yell and blow
Still treads the shadow of his foe,
And forward bends his head,
The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast,
And southward aye we fled,

“And now there came both mist and snow,
And it grew wondrous cold :
And ice, mast high, came floating by,
As green as emerald,


and of fearful

The land of ice, “And through the drifts the snowy clifts
sounds where no Did send a dismal sheen :

Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken-
The ice was all between.

living thing was to be seen.

“ The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around :
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Like noises in a swound !

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